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a black crab

you feel beneath

my rib cage

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chairs we watched

the moon in facing

different directions

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she tells me

her doll

is out of place

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where

there shouldn’t be

eyes

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before it falls

into the woods

moon

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in the corners

stars

are moving

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so close

but nothing stirs

the evening train

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insulation

so many tiny birds

on the wire

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wet red apples

draw the chickens

at dawn

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a ghost

unblows

a fuse

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